Today I was petting a dog and my hand was left smelling like dog. Now this would normally be seen as annoying, however, this took me back to a memory of my old dog Brinkley. My parents bought him the same month I was born so we grew up together. But he died from cancer a couple of years ago.
Answer:
hmm "my rows and piles of coins"?
Explanation:
I am guessing this is some type of book or famous saying of a writer I have no idea I need more info
